focus on me .ᐟ scaramouche

22

you have always hated your father.

from a young age, you were forced to witness the cruel reality of the world—your pity excuse of a father had an affair with another woman. and your mother had already expected it.

you didn't understand how she could be so calm even after her husband had been unfaithful to her, but as time goes by, you had learned that true love doesn't always really end up as planned.

father wanted a housewife, mother was making her own name.

and you, were forced to grow up.

as he stood before you with glaring eyes, you couldn't help but shiver in fright. your head hung low as scaramouche bravely stood in front of your shaking figure, a hand shielding yourself from your fuming father.

he had called you earlier to announce that he was going to take you away back to germany to take you under his wing. as fast as he called is as fast as you ended the call.

the next ring of the telephone was expected, you wished you didn't pry no longer, as you listened to him threatening to dirty your mother's name, you had no choice but to abide although out of your will.

with hot tears and a heavy heart, you had packed only a few necessities. it aches you that you feel so helpless and powerless when it comes to your mother's name. she had work so hard for it, and for you to only tarnish it because of your stubbornness? 

it hurts.

you did not know the reason why, but before you could stop your hands from typing, you had already sent the message to a certain someone.

' i'm leaving the country. '

and truthfully, the other didn't also know why he was already speeding from his residence, to the airport.

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" is that how you should be treating your father?! " his voice is booming around the whole airport, humiliating you in front of hundreds and thousands of passersby.

you could not speak, as though words had been stuck from your throat, preventing you from letting all your feelings out.

but you are thankful that a certain bastard was there for you.

" and is that  how you should be treating your daughter? " scaramouche is a smart guy, this man had claimed he was your father, you were shaking behind his back, crying .

it doesn't take a genius to know what's happening.

scaramouche doesn't know the whole story, and he won't ask you in times like this. he really shouldn't be meddling in with personal matters that doesn't involve him, but he didn't like how you look when you're crying.

" stay out of this, young man. " the older one replied, the grip in his luggage had been tighter than before. " you are nothing but an outsider to our family. "

you scoff.

our family?  was he trying to humor you? how dare he have the guts to say that when he was the one who ruined his so called family in the first place?

your scoff did not go unnoticed. and you were already expecting another hit as he raised his hand again.

but another pale hand stopped him from doing so.

"  sir, as a foreigner in this country, you are awfully disrespecting the protocols of the airport. i suggest to immediately stop the ruckus before the guards drag you out the property. " as calm as ever he stood, kazuha doesn't give the effort to  muster even a fake smile.

with a click of the tongue, he harshly swatted the hand of the young man.

" i am not done with you. " and he walks out.

as though finally crumbling apart, you fall to your knees. you hated being vulnerable, how you look so fragile when others watch you cry, how you look so pityful in the eye of an outsider. you did not want it.

and the two had known.

crouching, kazuha gave you a hesitant hug, and you melt into his touch. you did not once look up, and he did not question you. drenching his clothes once more, he could care less. he wanted you to feel that you are not alone.

scaramouche took off his jacket, gently placing it on top of you, as though to cover you from unwanted eyes of many.

no words were exchanged, and not one wanted to interrupt you.

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you woke up with a headache, as though the gods above was mocking your current state. however, you were immediately distracted by the smell of a delicious meal.

" you're awake. "  a monotonous voice interjects your stupor, walking in your room with no hint of being shy that he wasn't in his own abode.

scaramouche settles in the edge of your bed, staring at you with an unknowing look in his eyes.

" feeling better? "

recalling what had happened beforehand sends a grimace on your face, and the young man does not fail to see.

" never mind, don't answer that. you're hungry, i know. go out and eat. " he stands up, walking towards the door to the living room. but before proceeding to do so, he halts his steps. " kazuha made you dinner. "

and a click of a door was heard.

a faint smile was presented on your face, appreciating the kind gesture of the two. yet the worry still does not go away. you knew your father—he wouldn't give up on something until he gets what he wants. and right now? he wants you out of this country.

what else could he want from you after abandoning you for more than a decade? does he not feel any shame? who are you kidding, of course he doesn't.

sometimes, you wonder what your mom had seen in that asshole.

before your thoughts could swallow you whole for another time, your stomach grumbles as though complaining for being empty. so, with a big exhale, you step out your room.

and there you saw kazuha, scaramouche, your friends, and your mom sharing the same worried look.

and you couldn't restrain the tear that cascades down your eye, followed by another, and another, and another again. then soon followed with warm bodies swarming over your figure, reassuring you that you will be fine—everything will be fine.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

i have a class jn like three hours and
i couldn't sleep even judt a wink